“Romantic. I never thought you had it in you.”
He laughed, low, deep, thrilling to her senses. “I wasn’t in a romantic mood when I thought it earlier. I saw you as something that was mine; mine to claim. Now though, well … I am a changed man.”
“What happens now, Dòmhnall?” she asked, and he could feel the fear, the unease in her voice. And hear the unasked question,
do we go back to how we were?
“You are completely sure about this?” Tara asked for the hundredth time.
“I have never been more sure.”
“Because there is no going back.”
“Are you trying to back out, Tara?” he asked.
“No. It’s just so … uninviting.” She placed her hand on the stone altar, marked with blood from those who had been a dragon’s sacrifice before her. Only this was a sacrifice of a different kind.
“Well, technically you are still a virgin.” He sidled up by the side of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. “I remember the taste of your skin on my lips.”
He lifted up her shirt, his hand finding her breast and she closed her eyes, summoning all of the memories of when they thought they were trapped in the other world. Damn, she wanted him. So very badly.
Dòmhnall lifted her, placing her on the stone altar, then he undid her pants, kissing her soft stomach and then pulling her pants down over her thighs. Her panties went too, discarded on the floor. Then he pushed her knees apart, looking at her intimately before drawing a finger along the length of her slit. As she gasped, he lowered his head and kissed her thighs, starting at her knee and then working his way up towards her heated need.
Tara pushed her hands into his hair, tugging on it as he plunged his tongue deep into her sex. She cried out, the sensations flooding her body, too much. Dòmhnall ran his tongue along the length of her sex and then paid special attention to her clit until it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own. His fingers went inside her, two, stretching her inner walls, stroking the sensitive flesh, but not too deep. Her virginal blood, and she at least hoped there would be some, was to be spilt on the altar.
Above her head, the moon rose, its rays almost reaching the moon window. Her dragon chose not to hurry. Instead, he brought her to a shuddering climax, his fingers and mouth working in tandem to make her come hard. Prolonging her climax until she was utterly spent.
Then he moved to climb on the altar, easing her back until she lay flat on the cold stone. He pulled his shirt over his head, and then threw it aside. Tara reached out, stroking his chest, feeling his muscles flex and relax under her hands. Above her head, the first rays of silver moonlight shone down on the altar.
Dòmhnall undid his pants, moving to lay between her thighs. If they hadn’t visited that other world, she would be frozen in panic right now. As it was, she knew everything would be all right, that he wouldn’t hurt her. Most importantly, she knew she could trust him and he would look after her. As she would always look after him. Partners, mates, forever.
She gasped when he guided himself into her sex. He was less gentle than the first time in the cabin, more eager, and his desire to be inside her made her arousal return. She dug her nails into his back, urging him on. She wanted to be her dragon’s sacrifice, to bleed on the altar, to fulfil her destiny and bear his child.
When he thrust into her and her hymen broke, she cried out. He caught her mouth with his, drowning out her pain until it subsided. In and out, he thrust, deeper, impaling her on his cock until her orgasm hovered once more in front of her eyes.
She looked up, the moon now at the highest point in the sky, its eerie glow filling the room, covering the two bodies mating on the moon altar. Dòmhnall lifted her shirt, pushing the cup of her bra out of the way and sucking her breasts, the sensations between her sex and her breasts connecting and sending her over the edge.
There, under the light of the moon, he came inside her, claiming her in the most primal way. This dragon who had lived for millennia had finally taken his mate and made her his. Now there was only one more thing he needed to do. Tara had thought it would take time for him to get used to the idea, but she was wrong.
“We are one now,” he said, kissing her shoulder, and brushing the hair back from her face. “You still have that white streak, you know.”
“Really? I don’t see how. What happened in that other world, never really happened at all. I’ll get rid of it.”
“No. Not yet. It reminds me that what we went through happened, if only in our minds. It was so real.” He kissed her again, and then pulled away, leaving her body chill as she lay half-naked on the cold stone. The spell between them was broken, and she wanted to get dressed and leave the room. He had what he wanted, and now she felt used as he turned his back on her. Would they ever be able to regain the closeness they had experienced when they were trapped together in another world?
She made to move, swinging her legs over the side of the altar, but he stopped her. “Tara. Wait. There is something else we should do while we are here.”
“What?” she asked quietly.
“You know.” He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “You can take it from me. I willingly give it to you.”
“Dòmhnall…”
“We swore an oath. It was real to me. I hope it was real to you. Now we have to live by that oath. I give you my heart stone and with it my long life. We are one, bound together, for eternity.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed, feeling like a stupid, whimpering fool. “I never thought you would give it to me. Not after you were betrayed before.”
“That was a lifetime ago. Now we have a new life, together, here in the Stronghold. We will have a son and he will one day take my place. He will need a good, strong mother to watch over him. A powerful woman to help teach him about the new world that is outside Spellholm.”
“If you are sure. Now?”
“Now, before the others find us here. You can do this alone?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “I know the spell, and the moon makes my power stronger.”
He lay down on the stone altar. “I love you, Tara, and I trust you with my life, my heart and my soul.”
“So you should.” But she smiled at him all the same. Closing her eyes, she said the magic words that would bring forth his heart stone. Dòmhnall grunted as it left his body, but she didn’t let her concentration fade; she needed to get this right. Turning her hand, she repeated the spell. And then she felt the weight of the thing she had longed for him to give her for so many years in her hand. Opening her eyes, she marvelled at the beauty of it.
“It looks more healthy than before.”
“I am glad you approve. Maybe it is filled with love now, whereas before it was shrivelled up and half dead.”
“Like your heart?”
“Like my heart before you, Tara.”
They swapped places. Tara felt nervous about using the spell on herself, but she didn’t want anyone else to get their hands on Dòmhnall’s heart stone. So she took her time and under his watchful gaze, the heart stone disappeared into her body and was absorbed into her own heart.
For a while she lay there, trying to get used to the different rhythm of her heart. It beat in time with his now, the years stretching before her as immortality settled on her body.
“So what do we do now?” she asked as he helped her sit up.
“Two choices. We either go and tell everyone that you are now officially my mate. Or we go and make love under the trees.”
“As much as I would love to let the other dragons know they have a mistress as well as a master, I vote for making love. But not under the trees. I have a sudden distrust of them right now.”
“Then let me escort you to my chamber, my lady.”
She giggled. “That is going to take some getting used to. I have been called many things. But never a lady.”
“Get used to it. If anyone ever says anything bad about you again, they will have…”
“Dòmhnall, Dragon Lord of Spellholm and the greatest dragon to ever live.” Her voice boomed, mocking him.
“On second thoughts, I welcome their insults. I think you can look after yourself.”
“As I always have,” she said.
He pulled her into his arms. “You are no longer alone, Tara. We are one.”
And as he led her to his bedchamber, that was all she could think of. They were now one. Dragon and witch for eternity.
Other Books By Harmony Raines
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The Escort (The Escort Series Part One)(Free in some regions)
The Escort (The Escort Series Part Two)
The Escort (The Escort Series Part Three)
A Curvy Christmas: Robin's Romance (BBW Romance)
His Secretary (Her Second Chance Book One)
Rescued by the Bear (Bear Creek Clan Book One)
Finding Her Bear (Bear Creek Clan Book Two)
Tamed by the Bear (Bear Creek Clan Book Three)
Snowbound With The Bear (Bear Creek Clan Book Four)
Biker Bear Billionaire (Bear Creek Clan Book Five)
A Bride for the Bear (Bear Creek Clan Book Six)
Bound To Her Bear (Bear Bluff Clan Book One)
Doctor Bear (Bear Bluff Clan Book Two)
Stranded With Her Bear (Bear Bluff Book Three)
Home Or Her Bear (Bear Bluff Book Four)
Fated To Her Bear (Bear Bluff Book Five)
Lonely Bear (Bear Bluff Book Six)
Bound To The Flame - A Virgin For The Dragon
When the dragon egg hatches for Trinity she becomes the Dragon Princess and must remain pure until the dragon comes back to claim her as his mate on her twenty first birthday.
An Heir For The Flame (Dragon Fantasy Romance)
The elder dragons have predicted that Trinity will conceive the new dragon child tonight. So she mates with ShanRohit under the full moon.
Waiting For Curves (Curves For Her Wolf) (BBW Erotic Romance)
Curves For Her Wolf Doctor (The Greystone Wolves - BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance)
Mistaken Curves (Her First Time With A Wolf) (BBW Erotic Romance)
Sold To The Wolf (Auctioned Curves For The Werewolf) (BBW Erotic Romance)
Curves For The Lone Wolf (BBW Erotic Romance)
An Auction Of Curves (BBW Erotic Romance)
Anna (Curves in the Family (BBW Erotic Romance))
Heated Curves (Curves For Her Firefighter) (BBW Erotic Romance)
Words Unwritten (Curves For Her Soldier) (BBW Erotic Romance)
Christmas Curves (BBW Erotic Romance)
Winning Her Curves (previously titled Virgin Curves)
For The Love Of The Wolf (Erotic Romance Fairy Tales)
Marianne : Unmarked (His) (Paranormal Shifter Romance)
Bred By The Unicorn (Virgin Paranormal Erotic Romance)
Captured By The Barbarian: Cilla Part One